She followed the disappearing figure of Beitang Yao, glanced around, but couldn't see any trace of him. Her heart tightened faintly.
"I'm sorry." Xia Qingqian quickly bowed her head, apologizing for her discourtesy.
"Are you okay?" The man squatted down as well, noticed her swollen ankle, and simply said, "Sorry, I was being presumptuous."
Before Xia Qingqian could grasp what was happening, she suddenly found herself in the man's arms. She gasped and struggled, "Who are you? Put me down!"
How could he just hold her like that?
"Miss Xia, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Beitang Che, your Young Master Yao's elder brother." The man didn't let go of Xia Qingqian but carried her to the pavilion nearby, placed her on a stone bench, and crouched down to examine her injury. "You've sprained your ankle. Rest here for a while; I'll have someone take you back soon."
"How do you know about me?" She was curious. If she remembered correctly, they had never met, right?
